Monday, May 24, 2010


OMG! Still stuck in the airport, no hope for making dinner. Hottest guy ever rescued me from splattering on the runway. Now sitting next to me since he’s heading to JFK too. You all are a bad influence! I can’t stop thinking about what he’d be like in bed. Blue, blue eyes. Body to die for. Sexy accent. Killer smile. God, he even smells good. I think I might have had a mini orgasm just looking at him. Too bad he’s probably not even thirty yet.


  1. Oh keep thinking, sister! But don't forget to chat a bit, too!

  2. Too bad?? Methinks you're talking yourself out of it before you even try.